So Ugly It Was Laughable

The atmosphere on the mountainside of the Clear Sky Sect was exceptionally grave.

"Sect Master Yu, shouldn't you share the information you know with us?"

Ning Fengzhi had shed his usual refined demeanor. He questioned Yu Yuanzhen in a somewhat chilling tone.

"You mean when I said Qian Cheng isn't Qian Daoliu's uncle?"

Yu Yuanzhen's expression was utterly calm, as though Ning Fengzhi's attitude did not concern him in the slightest.

"That's right. From your tone just now, I'm certain you know exactly who Qian Cheng is!"

With his sole remaining eye, Dai Tianfeng stared coldly at Yu Yuanzhen, his voice carrying a hint of threat.

"Sect Master Yu, Qian Cheng has driven us into such a corner. If you know anything, I suggest you tell us."

"That way, perhaps we can find Qian Cheng's weakness."

Xue Ye echoed the sentiment.

"Since that is the case, I'll tell you."

Yu Yuanzhen revealed everything he knew.

"Because someone ate a dog he kept, he slaughtered two sects? They weren't even willing to accept compensation?"

"A red domain? There are many kinds of red domains. Sword Douluo's Seven Kill Domain is red as well!"

"Sect Master Yu, if you are unwilling to speak, we will not force you. But using such a clumsy excuse to brush us off is your fault."

Ning Fengzhi and the others all looked at Yu Yuanzhen with skepticism.

"This old man has already told you everything I know. Whether you believe it or not is your own business!"

Yu Yuanzhen sneered repeatedly, paying no heed to their doubts.

"Sect Master Yu, don't you want to know who killed your younger brother, Yu Luomian?"

Ning Fengzhi suddenly shifted the topic elsewhere.

"Hm? You have a lead?"

Yu Yuanzhen froze slightly, and a trace of urgency flashed through his eyes.

"The intelligence network of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect spans the world. Naturally, we have leads."

"Although we still do not know who the murderer is, we can infer it through elimination."

"During that period, only one person went to Heaven Star City and possessed the strength to kill Yu Luomian!"

Ning Fengzhi's voice gradually turned cold as he uttered two words: "Qian Cheng!"

"You aren't saying that on purpose, are you?"

Yu Yuanzhen frowned slightly, his tone carrying some suspicion.

"Sect Master Yu need only investigate according to my method, and you will know that I have not deceived you."

Ning Fengzhi spoke calmly.

"This old man will naturally investigate!"

Yu Yuanzhen clasped his fists toward the others. "It is getting late. This old man will take his leave first!"

"Your Majesties, Ning will also return to the sect to handle some matters."

Watching Yu Yuanzhen's retreating figure, Ning Fengzhi turned his gaze toward Xue Ye and Dai Tianfeng.

"I must also find an artist and have Qian Cheng's appearance recorded."

Xue Ye frowned deeply, his tone carrying a trace of worry.

Heaven Dou City lacked nothing—especially spoiled young masters and arrogant tyrants.

Qian Cheng's clothing was also of a rather ancient style.

Those spoiled young masters would only take him for an ordinary person!

Xue Ye did not even dare imagine what would happen next.

"The Strength Clan's residence is within Heaven Dou City. I think you'd better hurry, otherwise..."

Before Dai Tianfeng could finish, a blood-red streak of light suddenly shot across the sky, instantly drawing everyone's attention.

Everyone froze at once. They knew that light all too well—it was definitely a domain released by Qian Cheng!

Was he addicted to killing?

Couldn't he rest for even a moment?

"Quick! Three Committee Members, please carry me. I must return to Heaven Dou City immediately, or it will be too late!"

Xue Ye spoke anxiously to Meng Shenji.

"Ah... all right!"

Meng Shenji hesitated for a moment before ultimately nodding.

Though he was somewhat unwilling, one could not refuse after accepting someone else's hospitality. Since they had eaten the man's food, they had to lend a hand.

The rain on Clear Sky Sect's mountain was not particularly heavy, but within Heaven Dou City, it was pouring torrentially!

The once bustling streets had instantly become empty, with only the rain washing over every inch of the ground.

Now and then, one or two pedestrians could be seen hurrying through the curtain of rain.

An imposing manor stood majestically beside the storm-lashed street.

Its enormous gates were tightly wrapped in thick iron sheets, studded with black iron nails that gleamed with a cold metallic sheen.

A pair of gigantic stone carvings stood before the gates, shaped like gorillas beating their chests.

"Good thing I asked for directions beforehand. Otherwise, this really would have been difficult to find."

Qian Cheng held an oil-paper umbrella, staring intently at the building before him with a warm smile on his face.

"The Strength Clan's martial soul is the Great Ape. No wonder they placed two gorilla statues at the entrance."

Qian Renxue tilted her head and carefully examined the pair of stone carvings. After thinking for a moment, she finally came up with a description: "So ugly it's laughable!"

"The little fox looked adorably foolish the first time she killed someone, but at least she didn't back down. Don't lose to her."

Qian Cheng turned his head slightly, his tone carrying a trace of teasing.

"I definitely won't lose to her!"

A stubborn look appeared on Qian Renxue's little face.

"Let's go!"

Holding a black oil-paper umbrella, Qian Cheng strode toward the Strength Clan's manor.

Before the two could reach the manor gates, two vicious-looking guards had already blocked Qian Cheng's path.

"Are you blind? This is the Strength Clan's residence. Get lost, you irrelevant outsiders!"

The guard on the left raised his chin, his face full of arrogance.

"Can you sense their Soul Power?"

As though he had not heard the guard's shouting, Qian Cheng turned to Qian Renxue and asked.

"Their Soul Power isn't high. They're only at the level of Soul Masters, around level sixteen or seventeen."

Qian Renxue narrowed her eyes slightly, swept her gaze over the two guards, and promptly gave her assessment.

"Too low. They aren't even qualified to serve as practice for you."

Qian Cheng swept his gaze indifferently over the two guards.

The two guards shuddered involuntarily beneath that glance.

The next moment, the black umbrella in Qian Cheng's hand suddenly flew out.

Like a bolt of black lightning, it traced a beautiful straight line through the rain.

The black oil-paper umbrella spun through the air, passing between the two guards. Carrying a streak of scarlet blood, it smashed straight into the gates!

Rumble!

A thunderous roar erupted at that moment, as though even heaven and earth were shaken.

The heavy gates instantly exploded beneath the impact of the oil-paper umbrella.

As for the two guards, they remained standing motionless in place.

A closer look would reveal a bloody line across each of their necks.

Blood slowly seeped from the wounds, dyeing their collars red.

Those were wounds cut by the edge of the umbrella just now!